It took him a moment to answer the question, focusing on an arbitrary spot on the table as he forced his breath to stay steady as the last of the bandages were peeled off, making it feel like the wounds were being reopened.

"See someone? What do you mean? Like a healer?" He made a face. Athelstan had been there when he'd been badly injured after his farm had been destroyed, how terrible of a patient he'd been, and that had been Lagertha.

"Do you know how to dress them, or not?" He was asking honestly, voice quiet. He knew they were bad and he didn't know how much experience Athelstan had with injuries like these.